Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 15:05:03 +0000
From: Zork meister <zorkmeister@hotmail.com>
Subject: Indoctrination

Title: Indoctrination
By zorkmeister


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Time meant nothing to her now.

How long had it been?

It was impossible to gauge the passage of time in the windowless room that
was continually bathed in stark brightness. The very concept of time itself
seemed so remote and distant. It was part of a different life she once had.
A completely different universe.

She was locked alone in this hellish existence.

She was so lonely and so frightened. Terror and fear controlled her
emotions.

She had sobbed and wailed uncontrollably.

She had screamed in pure terror.

She had yelled in desperation for some sign of life outside the prison cell
she was trapped inside.

She had clawed desperately at the door until her fingers bled.

There had been nothing. No response at all to her increasingly frantic
attempts to make contact with somebody, anybody.

She was just so alone. Terror and the gnawing fear that gripped her were
the only companions in her waking nightmare.

* * *

Amanda was completely naked in her bleached out prison. Well she was almost
naked. Naked would have been preferable. The horrible collar held her neck
tightly. The band of solid black plastic encircled her neck, stretching it
painfully and forcing her head upwards. It was impossible for Amanda to
move her head to the side or look down. She could move her head up a
fraction but that was all.

Struggle as she may, the collar was locked tight around her. It was
impossible to remove. That was the most frightening aspect. What was this
object that was fastened to her? Who had put it on her? What did the collar
mean?

It was all just too much for Amanda to take in.

She was just so alone.

Amanda's world was a white hell. The small room consisted of a white tiled
floor and walls with bright fluorescent lights recessed into a white
ceiling that blared continuously. The lights never dimmed. Amanda had an
almost permanent squint now whenever she dared to open her eyes. But there
wasn't much need for her to do that. The glare was much more bearable if
she kept her eyes shut.

The room was completely bare and without furniture. The only concession to
her basic needs was the central drain in the tiled floor through which
she'd learned to expel her own waste. A small trough had been built into
the wall opposite the blank metal door. Through a tube above it, some sort
of greyish sludge that passed for food was periodically dumped into
it. Amanda had no utensils to help her eat so she'd learned to suck the
sticky mess off her fingers, licking the chemical tasting gooey slop from
her messy hands.

Then suddenly it had begun. The voice had boomed through her featureless
world. Startled at the sound of another human being's voice Amanda had
staggered to her feet and looked around frantically for the source of this
unexpected development. Her dazzled eyes searched the tiny cell in vain.

There was no one. She was still all alone in the room.

The voice had echoed through the silent nightmare. After so long bereft of
any other human contact the voice was almost deafeningly loud. It seemed to
be coming from all around her. All directions. The voice echoed off the
tiled walls and floor. It echoed through Amanda's solitude.

Amanda listened more closely now after overcoming her initial shock. The
voice was familiar somehow but also frightening. Amanda shivered.

The female voice spoke clearly in sharp distinct sentences. There was no
emotion present in the words. The voice was as blank as Amanda's cell.

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

Over and over. Just the same three short sentences repeated again and
again. Amanda realised that it was on some sort of loop and that it would
go on and on until whoever had decided to inflict this torture on her
decided to stop. The same dull monotone rang around the tiny room.

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

Slowly Amanda realised why the voice was familiar. It was almost impossible
to believe. It staggered her imagination despite the terror and exhaustion
that fogged her mind.

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

The voice was hers. She was speaking these things. These horrible things.

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

It couldn't be. Amanda had never said such things. Amanda screamed in the
pain of desperation as she attempted to comprehend. What was happening to
her?

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

The initial shock had worn off after a time. How much time, Amanda had no
way of telling. Instead the voice, her voice, had become a constant
companion. Like the lights, it never wavered. Her voice kept repeating the
same sentences over and over again.

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

Amanda didn't hear the voice now. She lay curled up on the floor as usual,
beyond caring. Amanda lived for the moment now. Amanda lived to crawl to
the trough, eat and crap and then curl back again to the cold blank
floor. Her eyes were closed almost all the time now. But it made no
difference. There was no escape from the hard white world. Lethargy
overcame Amanda's mind. Somehow she was no longer worried about
anything. She wasn't even frightened. Amanda had gone way beyond that by
now.

"I must obey."

"I am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

Now doubt wormed away at her mind.

Was the voice from outside?

It was her voice?

Was inside her own head?

Was she making herself hear these things?

What did it mean?

Was she a slave?

What did being a slave mean?

Was it a good thing?

* * *

The room was empty apart from a single occupant staring intently at a bank
of flickering screens. She could see the back of the seated woman, glowing
faintly in the reflected blue from the screens. The tall woman's heeled
boots clicked loudly on the floor as she walked over to stand beside the
seated woman who had still not given any sign of being aware of the new
entrant.

The seated woman kept staring at the screens. There were two screens active
showing two identical white rooms with two naked females lying helplessly
within them.

A wry little smile contorted mistress' lips. The one in Indoctrination
Chamber 12 was quite cute. She remembered the girl when she'd been brought
in. A helpless, drugged body with a smooth complexion, soft and generous
breasts, an oval face, blue eyes, red healthy lips. The younger of the two
sisters.

"Report," mistress ordered.

The seated woman spoke in a dull monotone. Her speech was clear and
precise.

"Both subjects have responded to initial conditioning within normal
parameters. Both subjects exhibit signs of acceptance and docility. Both
subjects have begun the repeat the audio commands. There have been no
visible signs of non-compliance in the past thirty hours."

The woman kept staring at the monitors. Her eyes never wavered. She had not
been commanded to turn away from her vigil.

Mistress twisted her neck slightly to savour the statuesque apparition that
was fixated on the screens.

The drone was a tall, strong, ebony skinned woman in her early
twenties. She had well developed muscles useful for lifting and carrying as
well as for restraining unyielding subjects if necessary. The woman wore a
standard drone uniform consisting of a pair of long, thigh high, skin tight
black leather boots and above that a black covering made of a glossy black
material that hugged her groin tightly. Finally the drone wore a grey
coloured long sleeved top. Made of some sort of shimmering fabric, the
short bodied top reached to just under her ample breasts, baring her toned
body from there down to the glistening black panties. Her nipples were
clearly visible through the taut grey abric that enveloped her breasts. The
huge collar of the garment had been pulled right up over the girl's
head. The drone's face disappeared beneath the tight folds of soft
material, leaving only a grey impression of the well defined facial
features that lay beneath the cowl. An opening in the top of the mask
allowed the long, tightly bound ponytail to be displayed proudly.

The drone still had a very faint trace of an accent in her voice even after
all this time. Spanish or South American? It didn't matter now.

"Very good," she answered. "Continue Indoctrination procedure for another
twelve hours. Then we can begin to brainwash our two new arrivals
properly."

"Yes mistress," came the dull, mechanical reply from behind the drone's
mask.

Mistress looked at the two passive captives. She saw their mouths moving in
time with the synthesised copies of their own voices being broadcast into
each cell from the concealed speakers. It was important to soften them up
first by breaking their will to resist by showing how powerless they really
were.

After a week of complete isolation, lack of human contact and terror it was
much easier for them to believe in the new truths that were going to be
revealed to them. Much easier. Their minds would soak it up like sponges.

Mistress smiled to herself again. This was always such fun.

But there was time enough for fun later on. In the meantime there was
always more work to be done.

* * *

It was unreal. The door had finally opened. Through the dazzling glare
Rachel had seen them.

Rachel couldn't believe it. At last she knew that there was someone else
here.

Rachel watched the women enter her bare, stinking cell in sheer
disbelief. She felt strong hands grasp her and then lift her to her feet.

Rachel stared at them in disbelief. The two women were either side of her
dragging her between them. Rachel was just so tired now. Was this still
part of a dream? A hallucination?

They were out in some sort of corridor now. The lights were different. They
were bright but nowhere near as dazzling as Rachel had become used
to. Nobody spoke.

Rachel couldn't speak. She was just too tired.

The frightening women in grey and leather carried Rachel on.

They were inside another room now. It was different somehow despite being
all white again.

Chairs were arranged neatly in the centre of the room. Hazily Rachel
managed to liken it to a trip to the dentist. It was weird. Was she ill?
The women dragged her limp form towards an empty chair.

Rachel felt the cool plastic of the chair against her naked body. One of
the grey women straddled her as she sat in the chair. The woman was only
inches away from Rachel's face and she could make out a well defined face
that even the mask of grey material could not hide completely. Chocolate
coloured skin broke through the anonymous uniform of shiny black vinyl and
grey material.

A thought surfaced in Rachel's mind. Pretty. Somehow, Rachel wasn't afraid
anymore.

The woman's eyes were hidden beneath the grey mask of her garment. But
Rachel felt their power. Meanwhile the other grey woman was busily putting
straps around Rachel's legs and hands, securing her limbs tightly to the
chair.

Then the faceless black woman who'd straddled her was gone. Rachel was
pinned to the chair. Rachel couldn't move even if she had been able to.

One of the faceless women was beside her now. Rachel became aware of her
fiddling with something above the chair.

Something metal and shiny.

Rachel was curious but not frightened somehow. It was too difficult for her
to summon the effort to be frightened.

Why not?

She should be frightened. She should be very frightened. But Rachel just
couldn't find the strength to summon even this basic emotion.

The strong powerful women were in control. Rachel was weak and alone.

They knew what to do.

Something was covering Rachel's eyes now, plunging her into a darkness that
she barely remembered. Rachel blinked. It was impossible to see anything in
the inky blackness as her eyes struggled to adjust.

Then suddenly colours cascaded in front of her eyes.

Something else was flashing into her eyes.

Dazzling, bright, vibrant colours. Swirling in spectacular random patterns
changing and pulsating with life and vibrancy. It was so beautiful. So
staggeringly beautiful. Rachel had to look. There was no way she could take
her eyes off the captivating display. Whatever weak thoughts Rachel's mind
had been able to summon dissolved into the spiralling rainbow that claimed
her consciousness.

Blankness overcame Rachel.

* * *

The two females had been taken back to their indoctrination cells after
their mild first brainwashing session designed to copperfasten the lessons
they had been taught.

Dependance. Obedience. Powerlessness.

The two female captives had the glazed look of the newly brainwashed. The
new truths burned brightly in their minds now. Their new existence was just
beginning.

Arousal coursed through mistress. The screens diminished the sense of raw
power and put distance between her and the prey. But mistress still felt
the power. And it felt good.

The cute girl in Indoctrination Chamber 12, rachel, stood in the centre of
the floor looking quite lost and vulnerable.

Her elder sister, amanda, in the other Chamber had slumped to the ground
exhausted completely by the ordeal. She'd submitted already. The body
language alone screamed the birth of amandaslave.

She would have no problems with that one.

Taking the microphone in her hand mistress spoke clearly.

"You are a slave," mistress barked harshly.

The speakers in both Chambers boomed her voice over the helpless
victims. Watched them react on the screens.

The cute one, rachel, had stiffened to attention, arms by her sides, chest
thrust out. A reflex action. Her older sister, amanda, was on her feet also
and adopted the same stance. The familiar words hit home.

"You are a slave," mistress barked again.

Clearly visible on the display screens mistress saw the two pairs of lips
move as one.

"I am a slave," came the subdued replies relayed from the Chambers to the
control room. A puddle of dampness was soaking mistress' panties. A good
first impression.

"You must obey," mistress continued in the same tone.

The mantra that had been drilled into the new slaves brains for so long now
became truth.

"I must obey," the two female voices replied weakly.

"Obedience is pleasure," mistress went on.

Blankly the captives responded.

"Obedience is pleasure."

Although separated in different cells, their replies were synchronised
completely. Each female responded immediately, without thought, to the
voice of their mistress. Perfect.

"Mount the pleasure units. Slaves are rewarded for obedience."

Watching carefully, mistress observed as the two new slaves crossed over to
the large saddle like contraption made of gleaming metal and plastic that
had been brought into their cells.

Two phallus units protruded from the saddle.

amanda had already slung her legs over the saddle. mistress watched as
amanda eased her body down on to the phallic stimulators. amanda's naked
body rippled in delight as first the vaginal and then the anal stimulator
penetrated deep inside her.

Meanwhile the cute one, rachel, had hesitated. Outwardly the slave gave no
sign, no change in demeanour or expression. rachel had experienced a brief
hesitation, nothing more.

A pause.

Then rachel too was easing her taut body on to the phallic units, gasping
as they entered her.

Both newly indoctrinated slaves stared at the other new addition to each
cell. A huge screen filled the wall opposite the pleasure units. Emblazoned
upon it was the massive diamond shaped emblem in blue and yellow. The outer
diamond enclosed another insignia like an inverted U, while inside that
there was something that looked like a single eye.

The screen shimmered.

Mistress turned to the drone at the console. "Proceed with
stimulation. Standard routine. Keep them aroused for at least an hour."

"Yes mistress," the drone seated at the desk replied.

Both slaves were panting now. Low groans of ecstasy came through the
speakers in the control room as the vibrators swelled and throbbed deep
inside their bodies.

Now the drone activated the voice playback. The comforting mantra. The new
truth.

Glistening with sweat, bodies thrusting in rhythm to the unending
stimulation, the two slave's voices panted in agony as their bodies
betrayed them.

Both slaves stared vacantly ahead at the diamond emblem.

"i am a slave."

"i must obey."

"Obedience is pleasure."

They were learning to associate pleasure, unbelievable pleasure, with the
endless cycle of conditioning. First cruelty to destroy their old minds
then pleasure to reward their transition to their new slave existence.

A trickle of wetness seeped through mistress' panties. She could even make
out the lower case "i" in each of their voices.

Slaves were not people. They had no individuality. They were objects. They
possessed not a body or mind. They were nothing.

Slaves are nothing. Both females knew that now.

* * *

The swirling colours faded and grew dimmer. Awareness returned slowly to
her mind. It was getting brighter now. The outside world was intruding into
her private sphere. The visor was lifting up.

rachel blinked. rachel's eyes were tired from her continual staring. she
was sorry to see the lights go as always. she liked the pretty patterns and
swirling lights. They made her feel good. It felt really good when they
took her to the chair and made her sit down. rachel never wanted to
leave. At first, the grey women would grip her tightly and march her across
the corridor to the room, but now they just walked behind rachel. They knew
that rachel wasn't going anywhere but to the chair and the captivating
lights. There was no need to watch her.

The strong woman dressed in that funny grey uniform was releasing her
bonds. The woman had that lovely diamond enclosed eye emblem sewn on to her
chest.

Right in the middle of her voluptuous breasts.

rachel felt the woman's practised hands unfasten the straps. The straps
were more to prevent her moving mid treatment rather than as a means of
holding rachel down. rachel kept still though. It was important not to move
until they indicated that the slave should. It was important to obey
them. she had to obey. she was a slave now.

rachel looked across the familiar room at the line of identical chairs
opposite her. They were empty apart from a single occupant directly
opposite her.

Another naked woman sat on an identical chair to her own.

No. The correction popped into rachel's head. Another slave sat on the
chair. That was correct.

The black collar on the other slave was identical to the one that encircled
rachel's neck and bound her mind. The other slave had a firm, curvaceous
figure that rachel enjoyed looking at. One of the grey clad women was
fiddling with the machinery that covered the slave's face. Now the masked
woman stood aside, her task finished.

Recognition dawned on her. Familiar.

rachel stared at the blank, glazed features of the slave sitting
opposite. The slave's blue eyes were dull and her lips hung open
slightly. The likeness startled rachel. she stared into the other slave's
eyes. The slave stared calmly back. Not a flicker of emotion passed within
the glazed orbs that returned rachel's gaze.

rachel had seen the slave before? Had she? Where had she seen the slave?

No that was bad. The voice inside rachel's head screamed. rachel was
thinking bad thoughts. Bad slave.

Slaves obeyed.

Slaves didn't think.

she was a slave.

she had to obey.

* * *

The grey women were escorting the other slave from the chair out of the
room. amandaslave watched impassively as the naked slave girl uncurled
herself from the chair and rose up and then stiffened alongside the
majestic guards with their captivating diamonds. All three women pirouetted
together and marched out of the room at a purposeful pace.

The face meant something? That was a face amandaslave had seen before? Was
it? It was so hard to remember anything now. So hard.

It was much easier not to think at all. Just obey. Yes, it was much easier
to obey and submit and be a good slave.

It was so difficult for amandaslave to remember.

amandaslave liked to watch the sparkling lights and obey. she liked to
obey. she'd be going back to the room soon.

Now amandaslave was standing and she too was soon marching steadily forward
towards her cell.

* * *

rachel had been on the yummy machine. rachel liked it when the big
vibrators went inside her ass and juicy snatch. she squirmed in delight as
they swelled inside her slavebody. Then the vibrators would begin to throb
and pulsate and she'd be lost in ecstasy. And what ecstasy it was. That was
her reward for being good. A good slave. An obedient slave.

Suddenly the door was open. Automatically rachel's muscles stiffened and
she rose up to her full height. Arms straight by her sides, back ramrod
stiff and chest thrust outwards. rachel stared ahead.

Someone new.

Someone wonderful.

A palpable aura of sheer power had entered the room. rachel could taste it.

rachel stared in stunned disbelief.

She was tall and strong and beautiful.

The tall woman was dressed completely differently to the other women who
normally came in to collect rachel. She wore a pair of knee length black
boots with six inch stiletto heels, a short, tight black leather microskirt
and finally a snug fitting white turtleneck sweater with a small beautiful
emblem sewn in the middle of the high collar.

The tall woman's long blonde hair gleamed in the light, forming a halo that
surrounded her magnificent face.

An achingly beautiful face. rachel had never before experienced such
exquisite beauty.

The tall woman's opal coloured eyes glittered in the fluorescent light.

rachel stared open mouthed at the woman. she felt her crotch moisten.

"Kneel before your mistress slave," the woman barked.

That voice! The familiar, wonderful voice. rachel hastily threw herself to
the floor, pressing her knees against the cold tiles. A quiver ran through
rachel's body.

The slave was staring straight at mistress's crotch now.

rachel could feel mistress watching her. The cold, powerful opal eyes were
gauging the naked, prostrate body that knelt before her.

rachel was visibly shaking now. The ecstasy was welling up inside her.

rachel now saw the black crop mistress held and felt it pressed hard into
her cheek.

"You have pleased your mistress," the tall woman said now in a friendlier
tone.

"You like being a slave don't you?"

"Oh, yes mistress!" rachel gushed excitedly. It was so good to be a slave.

"Happy slaves are good slaves," mistress went on. "Perhaps a reward for my
good little slave is in order," mistress purred.

rachel's mind whirled. she was a good slave. her mistress would reward
her. rachel was shaking in delight now. rachel could hear mistress' low
laughter.

"You may lick my boots clean slave. Time to put that tongue to work."

rachel was completely prostrate now. The slave bent right over and felt the
soft leather touch against her tongue. Saliva glistened on the smooth black
leather as the good slave carefully wrapped her tongue around mistress'
boots.

rachel worked carefully.

she had to clean mistress' boots.

rachel whimpered in sheer delight as her body shuddered with orgasmic glee.

rachel didn't see mistress' hand disappear beneath her hiked up her
microskirt. rachel was concentrating on obedience.

* * *

Mistress always found these first meetings quite entertaining. The sheer
wanton need to adore her when the new slaves met their mistress for the
first time was always a rush.

New slaves were always so eager and so desperate to please.

The first slave, Amanda, the older sister, had been perfect. Well by now
amadaslave was totally enraptured by the programming that had seeped deep
inside the core of her mind. The slavegirl's mind had turned into a sponge,
soaking up all that brainwashing even though they were only halfway through
the treatment sessions. Everything that was being imprinted into amanda's
slavebrain was being absorbed completely without hesitation or resistance.

Profiling indicated a probability of low self esteem in Amanda's previous
life which always proved a perfect hook to secure the new slaveself she was
becoming. It was always much easier to brainwash someone who had a low
opinion of themselves.

Such people had been doing some of the work themselves all their
lives. They already believed that they were useless so it was a simple
matter to fully convince them of their worthlessness. Then when a way out
was offered they embraced it wholeheartedly. The heady combination of
power, pleasure and control were the lures that snared their consciousness
and led them to irrevocable slavery. There was no turning back for
them. They'd doggedly hold on to their brainwashed new life forever.

That sister of hers, the cute one, rachel, was also progressing nicely,
mistress mused. She'd fingered herself off while the little slut had been
squirming around on the floor licking her boots. A thorough job rachel had
done of it too.

But there was something about rachel. It was nothing obvious that could be
discerned outwardly. According to all objective criteria rachel was as
enslaved as her sister. But yet, there was just something different about
that one.

Lots of practice had honed mistress' observational skills. Yes, that rachel
wasn't quite as fully subservient as her sister. There was some residual
resistance remaining as Rachel tried to fight the programming. A remnant of
the former personality peeking through.

But it was nothing that couldn't be remedied.

That could be entertaining in itself.

* * *

Slavery had removed the bad thoughts. The brainwashing was good. It made
rachel a better slave. Being a slave felt good. All rachel had to do was
obey. It was so easy. It was so much easier than trying to think for
herself or remember things. That didn't matter now anyhow.

Only the lights, the voice and the wonderful throbbing cocks mattered.

And her slavemistress.

rachel obeyed. But there was always bad thoughts creeping into her
mind. Bad, bad thoughts. Wrong thoughts.

Thoughts that made rachel feel funny. They made her feel bad. Slaves should
be happy. They shouldn't feel bad.

That troubled rachel. It was confusing to her.

rachel wanted to be like that other slave, the one she saw in the
brainwashing room strapped into the other chair being attended by the grey
and leather clad women. The strong women were drones. mistress had
explained that. They were slaves too. It was good there were so many
slaves.

It was so beautiful for rachel to see the woman in her smooth unbending
collar becoming a slave as well. rachel liked to see the way the other
woman's naked body remained still in the chair as the drones set to
work. rachel knew that she looked like that in the chair also. That made
her wet.

Slavery was good.

It felt warm and soft to be a slave.

It was just so good. rachel was so lucky. They were all so lucky to be
slaves.

That other slavegirl was lucky too.

rachel recalled watching with idle curiosity as the drones lowered the
visor over the other slavegirl's blue eyes. The shiny metal dome covered
the top of the blank faced slave's head. rachel could sense the swirling
patterns beginning their work and almost see the slave's eyes losing focus
underneath the visor. The voice would be speaking directly to the girl's
slavemind. Now the other slave's mouth began moving beneath the dome. The
girl's slavelips repeating the endless slavetruth that poured into her
brain.

That felt good. rachel liked to watch as the other slave obeyed. Obedience
was good.

The blue eyes obeyed.

It was better not to think about the other slavegirl.

It was better to just think about obedience and slavery.

Much better.

* * *

she awoke from the blackness that had engulfed her. How much time had
passed, amandaslave had no way to tell even if she had wanted to. her eyes
were sore and her vision was blurred and fuzzy. But amandaslave knew that
it was all for her own good. If she was going to become a good slave she
had to submit totally.

amandaslave's body ached in pain but still she dragged herself towards the
saddle shaped pleasure unit in her cell. Sliding herself down on to the
double intruders, amandaslave moaned in delight. The vibrators hummed to
life, bringing her battered, abused body to unimaginable heaven. The girl
that once called herself Amanda sat on the saddle and spasmed her existence
into forgetfulness.

The slave stared intently at the screen. The diamond. That precious sign
amandaslave had learned to adore. above all else. That perfect, powerful,
all seeing eye that had ripped her world apart.

The eye saw inside her. Inside her weak slavemind.

amandaslave didn't think. It was much better not to think. It was much
better to stare at the eye. The eye saw her bad thoughts. she had to think
proper slavethoughts.

Good slaves did not need to think.

* * *

The other slavegirl was already fastened to her chair. The slave was just a
shiny metal head on a rigid, glistening body.

rachel saw her own familiar chair ahead. The drones were close behind her
as always. They were vigilant, but trusting.

It had become a routine now.

rachel knew what she must do.

she obeyed.

The black plastic chair was very close now. rachel could have reached out
and touched the metal dome that would cover her eyes and switch off her
mind if she had wanted to. Not that she wanted to. That was not a part of
her obedience and rachel only wanted to obey. Even thinking about the dome
caused her to almost visualise the vibrant colours on the display that
would cover her eyes soon. It was so close now.

Suddenly something intruded on this meditation. rachel's peripheral vision
registered a change. Something out of the ordinary in the usual
routine. The drones had stopped and had stiffened to ramrod attention.

rachel was puzzled. Why had they stopped? she was so close to her delight
now.

A voice came from behind behind her. The voice. The voice that controlled
her every thought.

Instantly rachel sunk to her knees.

She was standing over her now. A ripple of suppressed pleasure coursed
through rachel's veins but she kept her eyes lowered as befitted her
status. Instead rachel stared adoringly at mistress' leather covered
crotch.

"So my little slave, do you enjoy your brainwashing sessions?" mistress
asked teasingly.

"Oh yes mistress," rachel squirmed.

"I'm sure you do. You have become quite a devoted little slave my pretty
one. Almost as good a slave as your big sister over there."

"Your big dribbling slavesister I should say," mistress added jokingly.

"Well think we can interrupt your training for a while. Perhaps a more
hands on, practical approach might prove beneficial to you now," mistress
mused.

rachel stared at the tight leather skirt that covered mistress pussy. How
rachel yearned to sink her tongue in there and taste the sweet nectar of
her mistress.

Mistress was speaking again. Addressing the drone guards.

"Take her to my chambers now."

The sound of stiletto heels on tiles boomed like gunfire as mistress exited
the brainwashing room. rachel remained kneeling. Mistress wanted to use
her.

A sister? No slavesister.

What was a sister?

* * *

rachel was kneeling again but this time on carpet. The room was totally
unlike all the others she had experienced. It was painted a sort of beige
colour and reminded her somehow of a time before this place. The room had
furniture that also was part of a memory that she once had. A table, chair,
mirrors. rachel faced the large double bed.

rachel shook as she knelt. It was so hard for rachel to remember things.

So very hard.

But rachel had to remember. Didn't she?

Slavesister?

No, sister. That was better.

Wasn't it?

Why was it better?

Why did it sound better?

Why did slavesister sound wrong?

It was just so difficult for rachel to think. Much better not to think.

Was it better not to think?

Suddenly the confusing thoughts vanished. They were swept aside by the
booted vision of pure perfection that swept into the room. rachel's body
shivered in lust.

* * *

rachel lay on the bed. she felt mistress' hand teasing her nipples
idly. rachel didn't move. she had not been commanded to move.

First mistress had made rachel bend over the bed while she used the massive
strap on to violate her ass. By now rachel's body had grown accustomed to
this proceedure and she had rather enjoyed the experience of mistress
penetrating her from behind. rachel hadn't spoken during the pleasurable
ordeal. The only sounds that emerged from her were low moans and
involuntary grunts of pleasure as mistress had steadily set about her task.

Then mistress had withdrawn from her and lain on the bed. rachel had
crawled forward in order to bury her head between the glory of mistress'
legs. Slowly but steadily rachel had used her tongue on mistress slick
snatch. With an expertise that came as a mild surprise to her, rachel took
her time. Finally mistress' body had shook in orgasm as she came.

rachel had looked up to observe her mistress writhing on the crumpled
sheets lost in orgasmic afterglow. rachel was pleased. she had pleasured
her mistress. she was a slave now. she lived to serve and obey. rachel's
slavemind needed to serve and obey, nothing more.

slavemind.

Why slavemind?

Mind.

Sister.

Name.

"You're such a little slut," mistress purred. Her grip on rachel's nipple
tightened to pain. rachel shook.

"Go to the box slave and get the paddle. I feel a little spanking is in
order now," mistress ordered before twisting around on the bed to lie on
her front.

rachel stood and padded her way towards the toybox. rachel looked into the
large box at the assortment of leather, plastic and vinyl items. A large
heavy black leather paddle lay on top, next to a pair of shiny metal
handcuffs. rachel stared into the box for a moment. she reached in and
retrieved the item before turning.

mistress was still lying face down on the crumpled bed away from rachel.

Steadily rachel walked back to mistress. Her bare feet made no noise
against the soft carpet.

rachel knew what to do now.

mistress lay waiting on the bed. She turned her head slightly to look at
the obedient slave coming towards her.

Suddenly rachel was on top of her mistress, wrenching her arms back
painfully. mistress cried out more in surprise than pain. The sudden attack
caught her completely unprepared. rachel tightened the handcuffs around
mistress' hands very tightly. mistress screamed in pain now.

Stepping back, rachel took in the scene on the bed. her mistress now lay
helpless face down on the bed, her arms pinned behind her.

rachel stood watching. she stared at her mistress. So powerful but now so
helpless.

rachel stood waiting her thoughts whirling. mistress was shouting now. But
rachel wasn't listening. she just stood and thought.

It was so confusing. she was a slave. slaves obeyed. rachel wanted to
obey. Obeying felt really good but then there was sister...

Sister.

Name.

Name.

Remember.

Remember.

Name.

Amanda.....

Her sister was named Amanda. rachel shook in disbelief. Horror filled her
mind now. Did she want to stop. They were bad thoughts. she was a
slave. slaves did not think these thoughts. she should stop thinking.

No.

Another name was trying to come to the surface of her mind now. So very
close she could almost touch it.

Rachel.

Rachel's head swam. Her body swayed in shock.

Her name was Rachel.

She was called Rachel.

* * *

How long had she stood frozen like that? Time had seemed to disappear. The
memories had paralysed Rachel for precious seconds. More and more had
flooded in with every passing second. An older woman with a round smiling
face. A bald man with glasses. A wet, hairy dog. Red flowers.

Eventually mistress' voice had broken the spell and penetrated the daze of
her mind.

"You fucking bitch slave. I'm going to flay you alive for this. I'm going
to stick a horses cock up your ass and you're going to beg me for more. You
stupid mindfucked little slut. I own you. Everything you think, I put in
there..."

Rachel looked at the contorted face of mistress. The opal eyes were
glittering in pure rage.

Calmly, Rachel stuffed the ball gag from the box into that vile mouth
silencing the screams of hatred that filled the room. After that, Rachel
had put the ankle cuffs on mistress and then chained her feet to the
handcuffs. Visceral hatred glowed in the eyes of mistress.

Nobody came in to the room.

Rachel had to leave. She had to get out of here.

Fear returned to Rachel now. It felt comforting somehow.

Drones could burst in through the door at any moment. Then it would be all
over. She'd be brought back to the swirling colours and soon she'd end up
begging for whatever disgusting tortures mistress would heap upon her.

There was only one way out through the door. What option did she have? She
couldn't just leave Amanda here to be turned into a slave. Rachel
shuddered. She had to rescue her sister.

Rachel put on her former mistress' clothes. Rachel checked herself in the
mirror again just to be on the safe side. Luckily the high turtleneck that
she had left unfolded was enough to cover the plastic collar she had been
unable to remove. There was some sort of locking mechanism on the back of
the collar that required a key that Rachel didn't have.

It was a shock to see herself like this, dressed as her former
mistress. She looked strong. In control.

Powerful.

Sexy.

Rachel took a deep breath before leaving the room behind and stroding out
into the corridor beyond. A faceless drone was marching towards her from
the left. Rachel swallowed. The drone walked on steadily. The thumping of
Rachel's heart seemed to fill the corridor. Then the drone was past her and
Rachel was watching the grey and leather clad back of the woman.

Rachel exhaled in relief. Summoning all her strength, she began to walk.

* * *

Nobody took any notice of her. She met occasional occupants as she
traversed the brightly lit featureless corridors. They were all
identical. A warren of blankness like the heads of the occupants that dwelt
there.

Rachel had managed to retrace her steps somehow and now she found herself
in a corridor that was familiar to her. How she knew that, Rachel didn't
know. It looked identical to all the others in this hive. But somehow
Rachel knew.

A series of doors were to the left while only a single door was to the
right of the corridor. She knew what was behind that single door. The
chair...endless orgasm...the embrace of slavery.

Rachel looked around quickly. The corridor was empty. Crossing the corridor
she came to a door clearly marked with the number 12.

A lump was in Rachel's throat. Her cell.

She had to focus. Ignore the feelings that now welled up inside as she
thought of the saddle and the vibrators behind the door. Instead Rachel
found the next door and pressed the door release.

The door slid open. Rachel stepped inside quickly.

The occupant of the cell immediately fell to her knees. The woman knelt
passively. Silent.

Rachel walked over towards her.

A tear trickled down Rachel's face.

"Amanda.." she gasped kneeling to face the naked collared woman.

The glazed blue eyes of the woman looked at her steadily. There was nothing
behind that stare. Nothing. Just thoughtless emptiness.

Her sister said nothing. She just knelt quietly.

Rachel reached out with her hand. Amanda's face felt soft and warm. Amanda
didn't flicker. Her sister retained the calm blankness that wrapped her
mind.

Rachel tried again. "Amanda, can you hear me?"

Her sister's eyes were vacant. Nothing. No reaction.

Rachel swallowed her tears.

"Slave," Rachel said unsteadily.

amanda's eyes were still empty. Her sister's lips moved.

"Yes mistress, this slave is ready to obey." amanda's voice was as devoid
of emotion as her eyes.

A robot.

Rachel used her sleeve to dry her face. Her moist eyes glistened under the
fluorescent lighting.

"Slave you will obey me now."

"Yes mistress. This slave is ready to obey."

Rachel took her hand away from her sister's face.

* * *

Their luck held. The corridors were empty so far. The two of them had left
the cell and were back in the maze of blankness. amanda walked behind her
sister. The girl had not spoken since the cell.

Adrenaline coursed through Rachel but she stopped to glance back at her
nude, blank faced sister every now and again as they both strode quickly
through the corridors.

Nothing. No signs. No directions at all. Just endless corridors and doors
leading off them to unknown places. Where did this maze end? There had to
be an exit somewhere.

The two fugitives reached a fork in the corridor. A waft of colder air
brushed against Rachel's left cheek. Rachel and her docile sister turned
towards it.

Yes. There was an end in sight at last. She could see the inky blackness at
the far end of the fork from which the sweet outside air was coming
from. It was dark outside. Night.

Rachel's head was swimming in relief. Thank God.

Suddenly the silence was shattered by a shrill piercing noise. A high
pitched alarm filled the entire corridor. Then a voice boomed out.

"Level 4 security breach in progress. Initiate immediate lock down
procedure."

Rachel could see the black opening filling with white as a door began to
slide across it. The high heeled boots made a fearsome racket on the tiled
floor as she ran as quickly as she could. Twisting her head Rachel saw her
sister copy her pace.

They were so close now. The fresh air felt so good. Intoxicating.

The opening was growing ever smaller every second. The door was steadily
shutting, doing it's best to seal them inside forever.

Suddenly other footsteps were behind them in the corridor. Rachel caught
the flash of grey from the corner of her eye as she spotted the drones
behind them. They weren't running like the two sisters but they kept up a
rapid pace.

"RUN!" Rachel screamed at her still impassive sister.

The door was only feet away now but the opening was barely enough to
squeeze through.

Rachel grasped the heavy door that was still sliding across the exit. The
air from outside was cold and smelt of recent rain. She grasped the door
and pushed against it with all her might. It didn't budge a millimetre.

amanda was standing there beside her. "Push against the door," Rachel
yelped desperately. She felt the panic getting the better of her. They were
so close to freedom now.

The drones hadn't relented in their onward march. They kept coming on and
on down the corridor.

Rachel felt amanda's firm breasts press against her back as her naked
sister obediently joined in pushing against the heavy door. The door slowed
its movement. It was still creeping across but the gap was there.

Gasping Rachel threw herself against the opening. She cried in pain as she
contorted herself desperately in order to squeeze past the solid finality
of the door. Rachel could feel the door moving again. It pushed against her
torso painfully. She screamed in agony. The crushing sensation was
unbearable.

Rachel felt rain against her face as she fell to the ground. Gasping for
breath she quickly staggered to her feet. Amanda still pushed against the
door but without their combined efforts it had resumed it's steady
progress.

The gap had narrowed considerably. Only an inch separated Amanda's hands
from being crushed between the closing door.

Rachel could see the drones only feet away behind her sister.

"Let go of the door slave," Rachel wailed. The rain washed her tears down
her cheeks.

Obediently, amanda's hands let go of the door. Rachel could see her sister
come to attention through the tiny chink of light in the door. Rachel could
hear voices.

The door clanged shut.

Rachel ran.

* * *

The slave shook. Spasms of bliss coursed through her body.

amandaslave knelt before her mistress.

she thought of nothing.

she obeyed.

she was a slave.

The voice above her spoke.

"You are such a perfect slave," mistress said. "You were born to wear a
collar."

amandaslave knelt on the cold floor stiffly.

"And I think it's about time you should know what it feels like."

amandaslave was empty.

"I'm going to have you turned into a drone. A mindless drone like all the
rest of them."

Warmth spread upwards through amandaslave's body. her crotch was soaking
wet.

"You'll like that, won't you slave?"

"Yes mistress," amandaslave replied.

The slave was shaking all over and in severe danger of losing her balance
completely. The tormented slave dared to look up from mistress' crotch into
her powerful face.

"I'm going to have your mind completely wiped clean. Any pathetic remains
of your miserable personality are going to be gone forever. In their place,
will be pure obedience and devotion."

amandaslave was dripping now.

"That makes you happy slave?"

"Yes mistress,' she quivered.

amandaslave was on the cusp of blinding orgasm. But she couldn't
cum. Slaves obeyed. she had not been commanded.

"Good slave," mistress purred.

"I permit you to cum now."

* * *

They had taken her limp body up off the floor and dragged her into a room
amandaslave had never been in before.

amandaslave was completely spent. she watched in lethargic detachment as
the dark skinned drone with the large breasts produced a box containing
something black and glossy that glistened in the lights.

amandaslave could see it now. They were a pair of black rubber panties.

Shiny.

There was something inside the panties.

Something big and hard.

Two of them.

Two big cocks.

amandaslave's mind suddenly woke. Vitality coursed through her body. she
knew. amandaslave knew the scrummy cocks were for her.

amandaslave reached out to the box. The slippery rubber was in her hands
now. It felt warm.

"The slave will put the garment on now," the accented controldrone
commanded.

amandaslave's body shuddered with lust. Eagerly, the slave pulled up the
slick rubbery blackness over her coarse stubble encrusted legs. The
scratching noise only heightened the sensation. Up and up. The tip of the
first cock pressed against her crotch.

amanda slid the rubber phallus into the greedy dampness. Then somehow, she
managed to use her left hand to manoeuvre the other vibrator into her
yearning ass.

The drones stood passively, vacantly staring at the slave.

A quiver of pure pleasure shuddered through the slave.

Then the black drone was kneeling before her. There was some sort of device
in the drone's hand. The slave felt it being pressed against the waist band
of the rubber panties.

It was hot.

An acrid smell assailed the slave's nostrils.

Burning.

Burning flesh.

The slave knew. The drone was making sure the panties never came off the
slave. They were being sealed to the slave's skin.

Pain.

Obedience was pleasure.

The pain would pass and then there would only be pleasure.

The slave felt them swelling up inside her, growing larger and larger. The
intruders throbbed.

The slave groaned in pure uncontrollable ecstasy.

Obedience was pleasure.

* * *

She smiled. Mistress watched the slave being fitted with the pleasure
panties on the screen and saw her screams.

The drone was heat sealing the panties to the slave's groin for the
moment. The inside of the garment was coated with some sort of
bio-engineered adhesive which bonded permanently to the skin after a couple
of weeks. The semi-porous material of the panties allowed the skin beneath
to sweat and breathe so no adverse effects became apparent on continual
lifetime wear.

The vibrators buried inside the slave's ass and cunt were fitted with
control sensors, which, when activated through either the drone's own
implants or when linked to an outside unit, made sure that the appropriate
reward was administered.

Practicalities had also been taken care of. A small hole allowed urine to
be expelled, while the hollow rear vibrator ensured the passage of faecal
matter. She'd never had use for them herself, but the drone toilets were
fitted with special hoses which they clamped over the rear opening while
shitting. Then the nozzle cleaned the inside of the dildo and ass with
tepid water before the happy drone went about it's business.

A textbook enslavement. That one had been just beautifully done.

More new arrivals were due later on today. They usually arrived in the
early morning if the schedule was to be kept. This continual turnover was
keeping them all busy. It was getting more and more difficult to ensure the
new recruits all got the same quality service. The operation would have to
be expanded or else another, quicker enslavement process would be needed.

Others were working on that problem though. Highly motivated people.

The solution was due to be unveiled soon. Testing had proven remarkably
successful.

But that would be later. That didn't help matters today.

At least Indoctrination Chambers 12 and 13 were available for new
recruits. Drones were scrubbing them down now in preparation for the next
batch of slaves to be.

Indoctrination Chambers 36 and 37 would have to be prepared as well. She'd
need to allocate more drones to the task. It wasn't good timing.

Resources were always a problem.

* * *

The rain had fallen steadily through the night. Rachel was soaked
through. She crouched behind the foul smelling waste container. She was
exhausted after her ordeal, but she had been lucky. The bright lights and
loudspeakers had alerted her to the high perimeter fence and the drones
that patrolled it. She was still trapped inside the compound. The drones
patrolled constantly. Searchlights swept the perimeter fence. It was
impossible to escape that way.

In her head she kept seeing Amanda standing placidly at attention. The
drones were beside her nude sister now. Amanda stood still. Then Rachel saw
a drone turn to her sister and speak a single word. Amanda's nude body
pivoted sharply as she turned to follow the grey drone back up the
corridor.

It made Rachel horny.

No. She had to stop it. If she wanted to get out of here it was important
to stay focused and think. Amanda was gone by now. It was too late for her
sister. Rachel had to help herself.

But she couldn't shake the arousal.

An engine noise was coming from her left. Through the gloom of the rainy
early morning Rachel could see a van driving down the concrete paved
road. It splashed through a few puddles of rainwater before coming to a
halt directly opposite her hiding place. It swung around and reversed back
so that the rear doors opened out to face the windowless building that
faced Rachel.

A woman in overalls opened the driver side door and stepped down. She
turned and marched towards the building.

Rachel didn't think. Rachel was too tired to think at this stage. Instead
Rachel just ran. By putting all her energy into running it stopped her
thinking.

She ran across the open ground towards the waiting van.

* * *

The slave was in a similar room to the familiar brainwashing chamber, only
smaller. The room contained a single transformation unit in the centre. The
controldrones had guided the unresisting slaveform to the metal table.

They had prepared the slave's quivering body.

Wires snaked to the slave's glossy black crotch, ready to commence their
work again. More wires ran to the slavecollar around it's neck. The slave's
head was locked into some sort of metal framework, which held it tight and
hard in a vicelike grip. Needles ran from the metal frame into various
points on the slave's head. They pierced the slave's flesh easily.

Another unit was attached to this framework around the slave's head which
consisted of a long silver coloured phallus shaped device.

The slave opened its slavemouth greedily and swallowed the cold hard
dildo. It pushed deep inside the slave's salivating orifice.

* * *

The back of the van was full. Rachel had gasped in horror at the sight that
befell her eyes.

The unmarked van was similar to an ambulance. There were two stretchers in
the back of the van upon which unconscious women lay quietly, bound by
thick black straps. Intravenous drips fed drugs into their arms while
headphones covered their ears.

Both women were young and pretty and in their early twenties. The girl on
the left was a redhead with an open freckled face while the other girl was
darker complected with a tangled mess of inky black hair. Both wore jeans
and sweatshirts emblazoned with a university logo Rachel didn't recognise.

Crossing to the redhead, Rachel gently raised the girls right eyebrow and
inspected the dilated pupil beneath. The sleeping girl didn't react at all.

Gently, Rachel eased off the cordless headphones and held them in her
hands. She stared at them in horrified fascination.

It was a nightmare. This would never end. Both of these women were as
helpless as herself. They were going to be turned into robots like Amanda
and there was nothing Rachel could do to prevent it.

Not that she wanted to save the sleeping girls. An image suddenly popped
into her mind. Rachel saw the two girls standing to attention, their faces
blank and lifeless after their minds had been emptied of everything. It was
so overwhelming. It felt so sexy. The two girls looked deliciously
mindless.

Suddenly Rachel gulped a lungful of air and eased the snug fitting
headphones down over her head.

A part of Rachel screamed in silence.

The intensity of the noise in her ears captured Rachel immediately.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

Rachel disappeared and rachel took her place.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

rachel stood in the rear of the van. Her posture stiffened. New memories
crowded into her mind. Pleasure. Exquisite pleasure.

rachel's body was tingling.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

* * *

It pulled on the soft grey material. It's ams went through the long tight
sleeves before it reached up and pulled the garment over it's chest. The
garment was padded slightly to provide some support to its otherwise
unbound breasts. Finally, it reached up and adjusted the massive turtleneck
collar of the garment. It stretched the collar right up over it's face,
right up to the top it's head. Using it's fingers, it felt the fastenings
at the top and secured them before ensuring the tightly bound pony tail
protruded through the opening provided.

A dronemask.

A transparent section of fabric in the mask was located over it's eyes
allowing it to see quite clearly. It felt quite safe and warm clad it this
soft mask. The porous material allowed it to breathe quite easily.

When it was permitted to eat it was allowed to lower the mask to access the
mouth opening. At all times when on duty the drone wore the mask up over
it's face.

It was bound now in it's droneuniform. An anonymous drone.

A gleaming diamond encircled eye shone from between the drone's breasts.

A pair of long, knee length black boots had been bonded to the drone's feet
permanently. Made of the same material as the covering on it's crotch, the
long supple boot-skin covered the drone's feet forever.

Practicalities, as always had been taken into consideration. Removable
soles allowed changes in heel length appropriate to the drone's particular
task. At the moment the drone was not tasked for any function requiring
mobility so it had been fitted with standard 4 inch heels.

The controldrone spoke. "The drone unit has been assigned the designation
drone 852. Acknowledge."

The new drone's mind woke. "This drone is designated drone 852," it replied
calmly. The other drone appeared satisfied.

A new voice. "Well drone 852, you are looking very well in your new
uniform. It suits you"

Both drones stiffened to instant attention.

Heels clicked on the tiles as mistress approached. She idly ran a finger
over drone 852's right breast.

It stood quite still.

"I must say that your conversion was a great success. Your younger sister
is being a bit more interesting," mistress mused gently stroking drone
852's erect nipple through the soft grey fabric "but that just adds some
spice to my day."

"I think we'll keep you here drone 852. We're getting busy and I can do
with the extra help." Mistress turned to the controldrone.

"After the drone has completed current function, have it programmed in
enslavement protocol and assign her to this processing facility."

"Yes mistress," the controldrone responded flatly.

"Good," she smiled. "Now drone 852, follow the controldrone and she will
get everything organised so that you may serve and obey."

"Yes mistress," drone 852 replied. Obedience filled the drone's thoughts.

* * *

rachel had stopped walking now and waited. The drones had pushed the
stretchers into the building and rachel had followed. them into the room
they were in now. The drones had not acknowledged rachel at all. It was as
if she was invisible to them.

The unstoppable mantra hummed inside rachel's head.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

The drones continued their work. They unstrapped the dark haired girl first
and removed the headphones and drip from her arm. Then the drones began to
undress the girl.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

rachel knew that the girl was going to be enslaved. rachel's cunt squirmed
in delight at the thought.

But even rachel was surprised when the drones had removed the jeans and
sweatshirt from the girl. Underneath, she was already clad in attire very
different from what college students normally wore. Electric blue
crotchless rubber shorts covered her lower body while a tightly laced blue
and black rubber corset was bound around the girl's waist. Her small, firm
breasts jutted out proudly from the corset. A narrow black collar circled
the girl's neck.

rachel squeezed her thighs together.

One of the drones approached the girl with a large slavecollar in its
hands. The other drone held the girl's head upright as the slavecollar was
carefully slipped around the comatose girl's neck. The smaller collar that
the girl wore seemed to fit inside the massive slavecollar that now held
her head up. The drones led the girl away.

"i must obey."

"i am a slave."

"Obedience is pleasure."

The drones were back again. They repeated the same procedure with the
redhead whose headphones rachel still wore. rachel noticed idly that the
redhead wore the same rubber outfit only in matching cherry red.

rachel was completely alone now. rachel stared calmly ahead.

* * *

Drone 852 stared blankly ahead.

It's mouth moved. It was aware that it was speaking. It had been speaking
for some time now.

It was merely running a programme that had been instilled into it's
dronemind.

It remembered nothing. It felt nothing.

"Sorry Mom for not being able to make it down last weekend. Rachel came
down with some bug or other. Nothing serious so don't worry about it. The
doctor gave her some antibiotics so no need to worry about it," it's voice
continued.

"Well that's ok I suppose. I wish you would take care of her though,
Amanda. You know how crazy she can be at times. She just can't seem to get
herself together at all. Spends too much time at parties and doesn't get
enough rest," the older woman's voice complained down the phone. The other
voice had been identified as the drone's mother. The designation carried no
meaning to drone 852.

"Yeah I know Mom, but you know Rachel. She'll never change."

"So are you both coming up for the weekend then?"

"Yeah. We'll be there on Saturday. No problem at all."

"Good. I can always rely on you Amanda. What time do you think you'll be
here?"

"Maybe around lunchtime."

"Right, I'll make some lunch for you. See you then dear. Love you."

"Love you too Mom."

The line went dead.

Drone 852 discontinued the routine it was running. It had function to
perform.

* * *

rachel stood before mistress. The drones had collected her from the room
and brought her to this place. They had removed her headphones. rachel had
been disturbed by the sudden silence. Then she saw mistress.

rachel sank to her knees in submission before the higher being who
controlled her.

"I must say that you did quite well to get out of the complex. Most of them
don't manage it. I'm impressed."

rachel said nothing. she kept her head lowered, not daring to look at her
mistress.

"And you happily sacrificed your poor sister in order to escape didn't
you. Hardly an edifying example of daytime tv family values was it."

rachel knelt. The fear was gone.

"Now what shall I do with you little slavebitch. You had the temerity to
humiliate me and defile the sacred uniform of a mistress. I could torture
you to an unbelievable death and you'd still be begging me for more and
more pain. Would you like that?"

The riding crop was pressed firmly against rachel's cheek.

"Or I could just stick to the original plan and have you turned into a
drone. A lifetime of mindless servitude. Existing simply to follow one
command after the next without question. Does that sound like a more
agreeable fate?"

"But that would be such a waste of talent. You showed a good deal of
resilience in managing to break through your programming and get
outside. You impressed me a great deal."

The crop was under rachel's chin now.

"You're perfect mistress material. Once we twist that mind of yours into a
more useful tool, I'm sure that you'll prove quite talented."

The crop was gone now. rachel was lifted to her feet by strong arms. The
drones led her to the char like station in the centre of the room and sat
her down on it. They removed the hated slavecollar from around her neck. It
felt strange to be free of the constricting collar that had bound her neck
for so long.

A helmet like device similar to the one in the brainwashing chamber was
lowered over her head. A visor covered her eyes but rachel could still see
out.

From the side of the helmet unit, tiny needles began to extend out towards
the corner of each of rachel's eyes.

"Some implants are going to be put into your eyes and ears now," mistress
announced cheerfully. "It will hurt for a while but it's well worth it."

One of the drones was standing directly in front of rachel.

"Allow me to introduce you to drone 852," mistress went on.

The pain in her eyes was agony but rachel still stared outwards.

"Drone 852 has only recently finished processing but has proven to be quite
the eager little slut. When you are a mistress I'm sure that you'll
appreciate screwing drones as much as I do."

The anonymous drone hadn't moved.

There was intense pain in both of her ears now. Sheer agony. rachel opened
her mouth to scream but there was nothing there.

"Now while we fully install the core mistress programming, perhaps a little
oral stimulation is in order."

The drone lowered it's mask and rachel looked at the slack featureless face
that had been hidden beneath the grey dronehood. rachel felt nothing. This
creature was merely another drone, one of many that existed to serve and
obey. The drone's blue eyes were dull.

Now the drone's face was between rachel's spread legs. The drone's tongue
kissed her pussy.

The newly created mistress writhed in the chair.

* * *

Amanda was gone now.

Drone 852 surveyed the scene. The three other occupants of the rather
unremarkable suburban sitting room were on their knees. Each head had been
fitted with a gleaming silver coloured metal framework device. A wraparound
visor covered each pair of eyes while headphones had been pushed deep into
the ears. Wires snaked down from the domes to central box on the floor.

They were learning.

They were becoming slaves.

They would obey.

The two older people, Amanda's parents, would not require very
sophisticated programming. They would not be required to perform very
complicated function so there was no need to remove too many behavioural
characteristics or memories. They were being enslaved primarily to prevent
discovery of drone 852 and mistress 104's new function.

Once indoctrinated, they would never question or even suspect their former
daughter's new lives. It would be of no interest to them. They would not
even be consciously aware of their new programming most of the time. It
would remain locked away in the subconscious, stealthily controlling their
thoughts and actions while they went about their normal routines as far as
friends and neighbours were concerned, but their unconscious slaveminds
could be activated fully when required to provide useful function.

The third person was Amanda's youngest sister, Laura. The girl was only
eighteen and bore more resemblance to Rachel than Amanda.

The brainwashing would ensure her compliance also.

Drone 852 noted that the lauraslave was scheduled to receive further
treatment at a later date.

It would take a number of hours to complete their programming but already
the changes being burned into the soft yielding minds of the drone's former
parents and sister were taking effect.

Drone 852 stood rigidly. It stared calmly ahead, ignoring the trio of
family members kneeling beneath it. It had performed it's function
well. All three subjects were being enslaved.

Drone 852 felt the stirrings beneath it's jeans. It felt the phallus units
beginning to swell inside it's body. It was being rewarded for carrying out
it's task correctly. A low moan escaped it's lips before it sank to the
floor.

The three other slaves to be, didn't hear. They were oblivious to the
writhing form of drone 852 just a few feet away from them.

They were too occupied with learning to obey.

END